Human Friction [Poem] by Rev. James Dennis Casey IV

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Musk and sugar
The smells of love

Flesh crashes
Into flesh
Sending electric energy
From one to another

It is bliss
In the form of
Human friction
Time meaning nothing in this
Connection of souls

Moaning soft words
Into wanting ears
And a slide of tongue
To a bite on the neck
Trailing down
Suckling the breast

Leading to
Conjoined parallel eruption
Following a prolonged
Derangement of
Senses 


Rev. James Dennis Casey IV is an Ordained Dudeist Priest at Dudeism, the Church of the Latter-Day Dude and has a site on WordPress too called Drunk on Metaphors if you’re interested in reading more of his poetry.

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